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Oh, ha. I’m trying to put some order in the chaos at
home-for a third day already? I’m not sure when was that I started but it doesn’t
go very well because cleaning requires throwing things out every once (twice is
even better) in awhile which I, apparently, suck at-in a drawer I found a big
envelope full of prints of love letters addressed to me; unfortunately I couldn’t
reply with love to the sender and he eventually couldn’t settle for friendship
alone (and who could blame him? surely not I.) But those letters are good,
really good. How come I was worthy of them!? I’m not throwing those letters to
the garbage of course. I’ll put them back in the envelope and the envelope back
in the drawer and in 10 years, if I’m still alive, I’ll open it and find those
letters and will be, just as I was today, amazed at to how come I’ve ever been
worthy of love letters so good. Dwelling in the past may be unhealthy but it’s
even worse to show your memories the door when the present hasn’t even asked
for a date.
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